The following is a collection of classified documents which have been leaked onto the internet. The identity of the person who leaked these documents is unknown, but it's clear there are missing entries. Also, many of the entries we do have contain redacted info. So, it'll be much harder to track any individual down. At the very least, I have been able to verify the authenticity of these entries. I'll post more of my findings should I encounter more.
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January 1st, 20XX
My name is Katerina [REDACTED]. I'm a scientist at [REDACTED] in [REDACTED]. While my official job title is genetic engineer, I think of myself as a DNA artist.
My life's work has finally become noticed by the federal government! Splicing DNA from different mammals together to create a hybrid with the best traits of both! This is revolutionary! Imagine a Human with superior sight like an eagle or the regenerative capability of an axolotl!
The new year may bring challenges, but I have secured federal funding! My team should have no issues getting us approved through the various stages of trials and testing.
February 5th, 20XX
The animal trials have been a complete success! Though we haven't done anything too exciting yet. Our funding does allow us freedom to acquire samples and specimens, but we still have limited options due to our surroundings. [REDACTED] is fairly rural. If only we didn't have to move from our New York lab.
February 7th, 20XX
A cow? A COW??? I ask Jensen for an animal which would bring positive attention to the project and she brings a COW! I gave her a list of approved animals and nowhere on there did I list a bovine of any kind. What am I going to do with her?
February 8th, 20XX
As it turns out, the decision for the procurement of the cow did not entirely rest upon Jensen's shoulders. It was multilayered. A limited selection of animals left almost my entire list off the table and the ones which remained would take months to be sent to the lab. In that time, we would potentially lose our funding. So, I can't be too harsh with her.
Her reasoning does seem sound as well. There are many mothers who struggle to lactate after giving birth. This may become a popular solution for mothers seeking to breastfeed. That isn't what truly bothers me, however.
What does bother me is how close we are to the Human trials. Our research is still very secretive, so we can't just pluck anyone off the street. Nor would the team be willing to go through with testing on themselves. I've seen how cautious each of them are.
Currently, I have very few options. The most obvious, and undesirable, is to move forward with the Human trial when we get approval. The undesirable aspect is we only have one willing subject and one source of animal DNA to splice. That would be the cow, and myself.
March 1st, 20XX
Today is the first day of the Human trial. I am quite nervous and a little unsure of how this will go. We have already went through the process of splicing the cow's genes onto my own. So far, I only notice a tingling sensation across my body. Its mostly localized to my breasts, which does make me somewhat concerned.
March 5th, 20XX
The first few days had very little change, but this morning I had noticed a puffiness to my breasts. When we measured them, we noticed a 5% increase in size and a very minor production of breastmilk. It was barely a drop we managed to extract, but we'll take what we can get.
March 12th, 20XX
Since the first noticeable change, the pace of my breast growth has increased dramatically. For context, I began this experiment with a very modest A cup bust. In such a short span of time, my bust is now a C cup!
I have also noticed an increase in lactation. The overall production is up about 25% from the 5th. This change lead to some embarrassment on my behalf, as my top was soaked with my own milk. To prevent further wardrobe malfunction and with an expectation of continued growth, the team has designed a series of highly absorbent bras of varying size for me to wear.
March 15th, 20XX
Most of the bras designed for me have been rendered useless. There has been a rapid expansion, now only the largest bra the team designed will fit! I have always been content with my natural size, so I never expected to deal with a 34G bra.
Much to my irritation, I am to be confined within the lab for the remaining duration of the trial. The reasoning Jensen laid out was sound. If I were to encounter someone who recognizes me in public, then that could compromise the secrecy of the entire project. This becomes especially true when the changes to my body are eventually reversed.
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Sadly, most of the entries for April, May, June, and July are either corrupted files or heavily redacted. Something I find interesting is the usernames the files are logged under. All the entries to this point were just listed under [REDACTED], but the next few entries are all logged under P.Jensen. I assume this is the other scientist who was referenced a few times.
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August 7th, 20XX
Subject appears to exhibit behaviors associated with the common dairy cow. She struggles to walk upright, which forces her to crawl along the ground. Her proficiency in English has also dropped to the point she primarily communicates through grunts, gestures, and what [REDACTED] described as a "moo".
August 8th, 20XX
Subject continues to put up resistance, even after the first sedative. Her altered physiology appears to make the Human dosage ineffective. I'll have [REDACTED] up the dose tomorrow and we'll try again.
August 9th, 20XX
[REDACTED] doubled the dosage of [REDACTED] we injected into the subject. It made her quite drowsy, so it appears her resistance to the sedatives is not linear. We'll need to do a few more tests on that alone to find the appropriate dose.
However, the subject's current state should be manageable for the next stage. We're moving her to [REDACTED] in just a few hours. The additional funding the project has received should allow for a more suitable enclosure.
August 10th, 20XX
We ensured the subject was securely restrained before the sedatives wore off. We need her system to be as clear as possible for the next test. Too much in her system could skew the results.
To ensure everything was correct, I oversaw the test myself. [REDACTED] made sure the pumps had proper suction on the subject's breasts, then I ordered the machine be turned on. It was marvelous. We extracted a full four gallons of breastmilk.
We transferred the first batch to [REDACTED] so [REDACTED] can [REDACTED]. Should this continue to go as smoothly, then I should be head of many projects to come. Maybe I'll secure a meeting with [REDACTED]?
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That last entry also contained a corrupted video file. I did my best to salvage what I could, but even after a full day's work, I only recovered a few seconds of actual footage. The audio was fried, so I removed the audio from what I'm sharing with you. But, it looks like a woman hooked up to a milking machine.
I assume this is the subject P.Jensen was talking about, and likely Katerina. She looks like she's struggling through the entire process. Whatever I found here can't be legal. I'll post more if I find any more leaked logs or if I can clean up this corrupted mess of files.
I was your older brother and when you found out that your girl out me into her dogs body, you tried everything to get me out but nothing was working and you were staring to lose hope in it. When you found a spell that would have her and I swap bodies, you tried that. Only downside though is you had to cum lock me as her in 5 days of you using the spell and you weren’t sure exactly if I’d want that or how I would take it when and if the spell worked which it did since I texted you and sent you a picture. “Can’t wait to see you once you get home!! I seriously can’t believe I’m human again!” As I send a second text.
It all happened months ago my boyfriend and I had been watching TV together with my Dog Stella on the floor.
A bright light flashed and suddenly i was on the cold floor and felt small and was now covered on the floor.
Looking up to my boyfriend I saw my body acting werid.
A few minutes later a emergency broadcast started playing on the TV about people's bodies being swapped.
I connected the dots discovering i was now in Stella's body.
Present day
The government has been working hard trying reverse the swap.
My boyfriend being the best boyfriend he was would keep my body fit. Telling me he would walk my body around in the backyard while he sent me to go with a dog walker since Stella's body needed exercise.
Stella must be really energetic in my body because every time I got home he was out of breath he even made sure to wash my body multiple times a day since Stella kept getting it dirty.
Months later
When I heard that the Government had found a way to reverse the swap i was so excited any day now we would get mail to say i could be human again.
Days turned to Months and nothing arrived.
I eventually discovered why nothing arrived. Hidden in my boyfriend and i's room under the bed i discovered the the document the government had sent Months back that asked if anyone here was swapped.
Before I could even understand the situation I was suddenly grab by the collar by my boyfriend and thrown into a carry crate.
In the distant i heard the doorbell ring before my boyfriend carried me to the door.
It all happened so fast a woman and a man were at the door.
I could only watch as my boyfriend took a stack of cash before handing me to them.
I tried to call out to my boyfriend as the couple carried me away before being thrown in the back seat.
As the car started to drive off i saw my body walk on all fours before gripping my boyfriends leg.
When I did possess her, she was already at the stables with her friends getting a safety brief by you and shown on what to do too. You were our guide for the day and the moment she stepped foot, you had eyes for her and only her. What you didn't know is that I possessed Chloe (girl in the gif and whose body I'm in also.). As we got on our way, I was already loving it and I kind of was ahead of her friends just enjoying my time. You knew we were on a straight away for a little bit so you decided to slow your horse up a bit to talk with me and get to know me too.
I’ve been in Nikki’s apartment for a week now… Every time I’m alone with her, she can’t help but gloat about my situation. She has my body, my girlfriend, and my life! I feel so low, so depressed, and so so helpless. But, I know I can’t give up. I just need to get Nikki to slip up, or convince Lily of who I really am!
That’s all easier said than done. It’s hard to find a time when Lily is alone or to find something solid to call Nikki out on. While she’s still a bit bitchy, she’s gotten good at pretending to be me. I guess living as me 24/7 and being siblings makes that easy for her.
My moping is interrupted by a short, thudding sound. I look away from the wall of the guest room and sit up. I had been enveloped by a soft, thin blanket which I toss to the side as I get up from the bed. The floor creaks softly beneath my feet when I hear the sound again. I step closer to the door when the thud happens again, then again, and again. It becomes more consistent in its happening.
My heart skips a beat as I hear a soft voice on the other side of the apartment. I can’t make out the words, but my curiosity gets the best of me. I slip out of the room wearing nothing more than a bra and panties. I can feel a pit in my stomach. It's like I’m being weighed down. I feel like I’ll be sick. I already know what it is, though I desperately hope to be wrong. I step to Nikki and Lily’s slightly ajar bedroom door and peek through. I completely freeze like a deer in headlights.
Lily is bent over the bed. Nikki is standing just behind her. The two of them are glistening with sweat to the point it's dripping off of them. It almost looks like they coated themselves in oil. Lily is breathing heavily with her face buried in the messy sheets.
“Yeah… you like that, Lily?” Nikki slaps Lily’s bare ass. It jiggles in a way pleasing to the eye as she lets out a stifled yelp. “It’ll be so much better when I get that upgrade…” Nikki then slams into Lily’s pussy and I feel my own throb to the pace of her thrusts.
“Ouch… t-that hurt…” Her voice is barely audible before the rhythmic thudding continues. The headboard bounces off the wall with each thrust. Despite her protests, Nikki only gets more aggressive and hilts her cock in her… a cock that should belong to me…
The sex is rough, almost animalistic. I can’t bring myself to look away. I just watch Nikki rutting Lily. Grinding her dick against Lily’s inner walls. It's like a perverted song. Muffled moans are the lyrics, an ass slap for the drums, and the main riff being the creaking bed.
My nostrils flare as her scent reaches me. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head as that sweet smell hits me. It's so much more intense than how I remember her. My hand moves lower without even thinking. I’ve already soaked through my panties. My wetness drips down my thigh, threatening to stream down and form a puddle on the floor. My other hand shoots up to my mouth to keep myself quiet.
It feels wrong… watching Nikki take her like that… not stopping her… but masturbating to it…
I get brought back to reality by something rubbing against my leg. My head snaps to it and I see Jack wagging his tail back and forth. I blink rapidly and look between him and the raw sex unfolding in the bedroom. I shake my head and I manage to get away and leave the hallway before being noticed.
Entering the living room, I take deep breaths to try and get the throbbing of my nether region under control. While my libido is still insane, at least I don’t get horny from simply being around dogs anymore. That would’ve made living here impossible many times over.
I straighten up as much as possible and exhale. The majority of the heat’s passed, but I still feel a tingle down below. I wonder how much of this is the remnants of the aphrodisiac and how much is Nikki’s natural sex drive. She did always sleep around, but this really feels a bit extreme even for what I remember. If she felt even a fraction of what I feel now, I may actually feel bad for her… If it wasn’t for stealing my body and life.
After gathering myself, I continue out of the living room. Jack decides to follow me to the guest room, where he sits at the foot of the bed. I flop onto the bed itself and stare at the ceiling. I can still hear Nikki and Lily from here. I can feel tears welling up and I do my best to hold them back. It's all too much to handle. I just want to be me again. I want to somehow right it all, but instead I’m stuck in Nikki’s body and it’s all her fault!
Before I can truly give up and fall apart, I feel something nudging at my legs which are hanging off the bed. I sit up and see Jack staring up at me. He whimpers and lays his head on my thighs. I can see a certain glint in his eyes. The only thing I think it could be is recognition.
“You must still remember our time together, huh boy?” I can’t help but think fondly of being around Jack. I feel a strong bond and connection with him. Probably because I’m the mother of his pups… But that’s a strange thought to have for someone who was once a human man. I still have hope I can return to that original life of mine.
After nearly an hour, I hear voices again. This time, they’re much closer and have a wildly different tone. I quickly slip on some shorts and a top. I quietly make my way to the door, where I once again spy out from. The scene unfolding before me is definitely not one of harmony.
“Oh come on, Lily! You loved it!” Nikki says with arrogant confidence. The expression she has written on my face makes her look like a douchebag frat bro who just slept with the hot girl. “I heard you moaning…”
“I was telling you it hurt!” She smacks Nikki on the shoulder, causing her to drop the smug expression and begin to frown. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you! You used to be so gentle… Now you can be such an ass!”
“I’m an ass?” Nikki says while sounding like an ass.
“I’m tired of pretending this is okay, Adam…” Lily’s voice gets low, her words almost raspy. She looks dejected as she folds her arms over her chest. “Its just…”
“You know what? I need some air.” Nikki throws her arms up and stomps over to the front door. She throws on her shoes and reaches for the doorknob.
“Where are you going??”
“Out.”
“You can’t just–” The door slams shut, cutting Lily off before she can finish her sentence. She doesn’t try to chase after her. She just drags her feet and flops onto the couch. She stares at the door for a few seconds before putting her head in her hands. There are no tears being shed, she’s too tired for that.
For a moment, time stands still. I don’t know what I should do. I want to go out and comfort her, but she doesn’t know I’m her real boyfriend. That this psycho she’s engaged to isn’t me, but my sister. I press my fingers deeper into the wood doorframe. My feet feel like they’re full of lead. I want to, but I can’t. It would be too weird, wouldn’t it? But… Would it really?
I fully open the door and step into the living room with Jack trailing behind me. Lily doesn’t move at all when I walk to her. It isn’t until I sit beside her and rest my hand on her shoulder that she finally jolts up. She looks at me, surprise is evident in her eyes. I’m not sure if it's because she forgot I live here too, or if it's because of my body. Whatever the reason, I can see the tears beginning to well up.
“Rough evening?” I run my thumb in circles on her shoulder. I give a gentle, reassuring smile. I hope it’s enough to help, despite knowing it isn’t.
“Yeah…” She rubs her eyes and clears her throat. “I guess you could say that.” Her eyes are slowly becoming red and slightly puffy.
“Want to talk about it?” I ask with genuine concern.
“What’s there to talk about? You must’ve heard it…” She slowly has a moment of realization. Her head goes back to her hands and she speaks with a muffled voice. “Oh no, you must’ve heard it…” Now she also has a tinge of embarrassment in her voice.
“I heard… enough, I guess.” I move my hand to her back and rub in gentle circles. It's something I’ve learned which helps her when she’s stressed or anxious. “Lots of… weirdness going on lately.”
Lily sits up again and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath as she focuses on my hand. She’s completely silent for well over a minute as I just roll my hand in circles. I can’t help but think how nice this is. Just being in this moment, despite the terrible circumstances.
Jack walks up to me and lays his head down in my lap and thumps his tail on the carpet. Lily opens her eyes and I notice the faintest of smiles on her face. “I never noticed that Jack likes you.”
“Yeah? Is that strange?” I move my hand away from Lily and mess with Jack’s ears.
“He usually hates it when people do that.” She giggles when she realizes Jack is loving the attention. “Its funny… I always thought you weren’t very nice… But ever since you moved in, you’ve been nothing but nice.” She looks down again. “Makes me wonder what went wrong with Adam…”
I swallow hard and I take a deep breath. I know I have to say something to her. It's really now or never.
“Lily…” She looks up at me, her beautiful eyes make my heart pound in my chest. “The reason he’s been acting so strange is because he’s not really Adam.” She blinks and I can see the confusion across her face. “The truth is… I’m Adam.”
Sam had caught Mark cheating with her best friend on their own couch.
She didn’t yell. She just walked to the bookshelf, opened the old black book her grandmother left her, and spoke the words out loud.
Mark’s body folded in on itself. Clothes dropped to the floor. A pure white hen stood there blinking up at her in pure terror.
Sam picked him up by the legs and carried him to the shed behind the house. She locked him in a small wire coop with a nesting box.
That first night he threw himself against the wire until his claws bled. By morning there was a warm egg waiting. Sam boiled it and ate it while staring at him.
“You wanted to fuck other women,” she told him. “Now you get to be one.”
Days passed. Mark kept laying. Sam collected the eggs every morning. Sometimes she cooked them. Sometimes she crushed them under her heel right in front of the coop so he could watch the yolk run into the dirt.
His parents called almost every day.
Sam answered with a worried voice.
“No, I haven’t heard from him… I’m so scared… Yes, I’ll call the second he shows up.”
Missing posters went up. Search parties walked the woods. Mark’s mother posted crying videos online begging for any news.
Inside the shed the white hen grew quieter. He still laid, but the frantic scratching stopped. Sometimes Sam would open the door, grab him by both legs, and hold him upside down while she talked.
“Your mom cried again today. Your dad thinks you’re dead in a ditch. Isn’t that sweet? They’re still looking for you.”
After two months the novelty wore off. The eggs were smaller. The chicken looked dull and broken.
Sam stood in the doorway one afternoon and decided she was done.
She reached in, grabbed him the way she always did, and carried him to the old chopping block. One clean swing. The body kicked twice and went still.
That night she plucked him herself, roasted the meat with garlic and rosemary, and ate every single bite while scrolling through the missing-person page his mother still updated every evening.
The next morning she swept the shed clean.
Nothing left but a few feathers and the smell of blood in the dirt.
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